It’s life is on its own pages
It is full of love, and sometimes hatred
It whispers into my ears whenever I sleep
It calms my fears whenever I weep.

I call it a friend, because it can be so dear to me.
But sometimes not, sometimes it is to free.
It can hurt me deeply, or love me true
It can tell me things of old or new.

It can be so light, but so heavy at times
It can rust like an old fence, or it can shine.
It can tell me the truth, or lie in my face
It can spit me out or it can embrace.

Beneath the blue skies, green trees and white clouds
Stands a young man, called, The Prince Of Stone,
With his hands stretched out towards the crowds
Upon that silver throne;
His head is slightly bent
His face is smiling kind
But the feeling of kingship soon went
And no joy will you find
When you see him smile upon you…
Smiling upon you like a ghost.
He is looked at with terror
For his face and hands are as shiny as a lake with the gleaming sun
But he is looked at wit horrid thoughts

Light only Light!
Please only the grace
To walk in the dark

Dark covered in Darkness
It is all dark
I am not sure of the way
Show me!

Fog!
It is all a mist
Give me the torch
To light the fog

Wind!
Give me the strength
To ignore its power
Pushing against your will

Grief!
Grant me the joy
To follow your way
And trust in you

Beautiful Maiden, Star of the sea,
Look down with love, upon me.
Give me grace, hope, love and truth,
To keep with forever through old age and youth.
Guide me with Your glittering eyes,
Comfort me with Your calming arms,
Kiss me with Your tender lips,
And hold me away from harms.

A maiden of stone did softly sit,
In a courtyard of the same,
Her hands clasped tightly on her lap,
Her head bowed down in pain.

A scarlet bird sang sweetly,
Upon her shoulders to cheer,
Though many a song did it sing,
The maiden did not hear.

Grey clouds clashed in the sky,
Roaring for her to flee,
Then a noise like thunder cried out-loud,
But the maiden did not see.

When dawn is early
Mist layering all
Flowers bursting
And robins call

The sun rises
And spreads its rays
To warm the moor
In the month of May

Songs of robins
Clear and sweet
Ring through the air
And clear out sleep

The flowers open
And bloom in glades
Suffused in scent
Of mist and haze

Layering mist
Covers the ground
Concealing all
The morning sound

When dawn is early
And the earth wakes
And clears the old
With the morning grace

Fire, fire, everywhere!
On the ground and in the air!
They insist they aren't crazy 'bout fire;
But then I call them, liar, liar!

Josh, then Jon are first on the scale,
Then Hannah, little "Miss Skinny
as a Rail."
Steve is the next Pyro under this roof;
I sure like my big stepdad goof.

Beth is not real insane 'bout fire;
But mostly, you doan wanna raise her ire.
Mom and Joel, aren't pyros all;
The latter like to sing, in echo-y halls.

Not all understand why mothers cry, and why they shed their tears,
Well then I do know the reason why, for they weep with your fears.
A mother is meant to kiss a weed when given to her by her child
She will put it in water and make sure it is safe even, if it is wild.
A mother knows she is meant to kiss her daughters wounded finger when it bleeds,
And she is always the one in back of the Church, fingering her Rosary beads.
Why? Some ask. They just do not understand a holy mother’s way…

The weather was thick in the chops of the Channel
And a filthy night had come upon them.
The clouds piled high in the north-east
And the winds brought rain upon the men.

The low sky and racing clouds brought thunder
There she stood drifting with the wind and sea
Tossing her about here and there
With nothing but the black ocean to see.

She found the Mortis battered and worn
Her mainmast crushed and deprived of her rudder
Cries of the living suffering and pain
Giving the human man his mind a shudder.

Through the woods I walk and wonder;
There is beauty everywhere I see.
Trees and bushes, rocks and fountains;
All of Nature welcomes me.

Alone I sit at the Top of the Mountain;
Not a sound but the rushing stream.
Solitude is completely welcome;
Beauty covers and surrounds me.

Twilight coming, Sunlight fading;
The Moon is silently gleaming "Good Night."
Stars in Heaven, ever twinkling,
Wake me in the morning light.